An Army Of Youth Flying The Standards Of Truth,
We’re Fighting For Christ, Our Lord.
Heads Lifted High, Christian Action Our Cry,
And God’s Word Our Only Sword.
On Earth’s Battlefield Never A Vantage We’ll Yield
As Dauntlessly On We Sing.
Christians True, Dare And Do ’Neath The King’s White And Blue,
For Our God, For Our Faith, For Christ The King.

Christ Lifts His Hands; The King Commands;
His Challenge, “Come And Follow Me.”
From Every Side, With Eager Stride,
We Form In The Lines Of Victory.
Let Foe-Men Lurk, And Laggards Shirk,
We Throw Our Fortunes With The Lord,
God’s Own Son, Till The World Is Won.
We Have Pledged You Our Loyal Word.

Our Hearts Are Pure, Our Minds Are Sure;
No Sin Our Gleaming Helmet Taints.
No Foe-Man Fierce Our Shield Shall Pierce;
We’re Captained By God’s Unconquered Son.
Yet Peace We Bring, And A Gentle King,
Whose Law Is Light And Life And Love.
God’s Own Son, May Thy Will Be Done
Here On Earth As It Is Above.